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I don't ski, I don't drink craft beer and I don't have a dog, but by golly I am a real Colorado native girl.  So now you can still believe in unicorns!  Here's my ode to motherhood, you know because all of us bloggers write like we were the first, only and last mama out there.

Thanks, Weekend

Thanks, Weekend

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This whole, having-kids, thing is STILL new territory. I was thinking about it tonight while bathing Remy; all parents must feel NEW at it, at every stage, and that since you are ALWAYS a parent, it MUST keep things interesting as life goes on. The stages where they start to lose teeth and learn the alphabet. The stage where they grow out of playing with dolls and move on to having sleep overs and going to the mall. The stage where they learn to drive a car and pick out a college, if they're so fortunate. It's all uncharted land until you go through it.

An example for me being last Friday when I thought it would be a brilliant idea to take Remy and the baby downtown to see the lighting of the City & County building. WRONG. Well, it was a WARM night as far as November evenings go. Almost unusual in fact. That was all fine. The problems came about, as they often do, like a domino affect. First, we had our neighbors over right before we left, so Remy wasn't given proper attention and she snacked, but she didn't sit and have a meal. We tried to wing it on the go. We did stop for a sandwich at Subway after parking, but she was not interested in it...too much to see! The minute we got out of the car, she refused to sit in the stroller, so we had to hold her the entire time. Hubby's shoulder took a beating. Last, what were we expecting an 18 month old to care about? We were informed the lighting started at 6. We parked, at a meter just a couple blocks away, and for free, and got out of the car at 5:34. It was over an hour later before the thing lit up! And if they said, "30 seconds," one more time, I was going to lose it. Remy was so antsy, and who could blame her? Looking back, it must have been so confusing to stare at a dark building in the middle of the night in the middle of some buildings with a bunch of strangers. When it finally showed, it was beautiful, and I got the, "WOOOOOWWWW" in a baby whisper that I had waited to hear, but we darted off in a mad dash to get the babies home for food, bath and bed. Such a hurry, that we left the stroller! YES! The double stroller I trolled Craigslist for months to find! The stroller that if we had paid for full price and brand new would be more than what I make off my Etsy shop in a year (granted my profit margins are like $3.) Husband was looking in rear view mirror on the highway when he said, "Did you get the stroller?" A four letter word left my mouth and Remy's crying and whining stopped on a dime somehow and now she was engaged in the action that ensued. We put the petal to the metal and raced back to our parking spot, as we pulled up, it was nowhere to be seen. My heart dropped and my stomach flopped. I saw a car pulling away slowly and I yelled at husband to get out and ask them if they had saw anything. It was a kind family and they had it! They were waiting to see if anyone would return for it and they said they were even trying to see if they could turn it into the city somewhere. Thanks be to God! We were VERY lucky! We decided that from now on, husband is in charge of putting it in the trunk. We just both assumed the other had it because he had one kid and I and the other. And, I'm adding a bright pink Post-It to my steering wheel decor.

So Friday night was sort of a flop, but Saturday and Sunday were fantastico! Somewhere I had read about this, don't remember where, but sharing it with you all now. The Denver Center for Performing Arts has a holiday pop up shop in Cherry Creek North, just next door to Bose, north of the mall, on 1st Ave. From now through December, they will have activities for kiddos like story time, costume dress up with a stage, origami craft santa and ornament making and more. I LOVE supporting the arts when I can, and exposing my daughters to the arts is something I am going to strive for. This story time wasn't your typical book reading. Nope. This guys was fabulous! He was animated and engaged and used voice inflection and acted out a wonderful story from memory. A true story teller! Remy was enthralled! See her little face below... These blue balloons, or "boon" as Remy calls them were a total HIT! I made a fun ornament as a memory of the day. See the full list of activities and calendar here.

Sunday I only left the house to get coffee beans, which resulted in a $25 trip, and then we cozied up at home, snacked all day, made beef stroganoff for dinner and we put up our Christmas tree! We picked one out Saturday night from Walmart for $20! And on Friday night we caught a 20/20 episode that debunked all those myths about tree scouting and how to keep it alive and apparently plain water is best, no sugar, no Sprite. Oh, and earlier is best! They didn't have to tell me twice! They also said a heavy tree is best, it's holding water. Remy has been kissing her "baby" ornament, a ballerina hanging low for her to see, all day long. I was making dinner and she did run in with a glass soccer ball, "BALL!" which promptly fell and broke on the tile floor. If there was a time to throw out her infamous, "uh-ohhhh," or "OH NO," it would have been then but she just stood there looking at it sadly. (No baby toes were scraped in the process of cleaning it up.)

Oh, almost forgot, we ate homemade pecan pie every night since Thursday.

Hope you all had a wonderful final November weekend!

...Glo

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Style: 12 Week Postpartum

Style: 12 Week Postpartum

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